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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was just a box. A orange box A shoebox. Size 4 1/2. Under my bed it laid. Gathering dust, until i took it out one day. I said to myself this is a problem, This is my only solution. I filled the box full of paper. Paper with words that were in between the lines. They weren't wrote for you, not to read them. It's not just words on paper but much more then that. These words are the key to my heart. You might wanna keep em close. Closer than you had, like before you know. I put a card above the many of those papers. It was two stick figures kissing. I might write but i can't draw. But it was the effort that count, I never got a thank you at all. I placed a shirt color of blue. I think it was a large but i don't have a clue. It kept me warm at night when i was all alone. It made me think back to when i was with you in your arms. Notes surrounded all of the other objects. Within the notes were feelings that you had onced said. And problems we had dealt with. Almost everyone was felt with confusion of " I don't know how I feel for you.." On top of all that I sat a pig, a little pink pig. I'm not sure why though, Maybe that he wouldn't forget that I'm not just another girl. This is just a box. A shoebox. Filled with memories. Memories I want him to have because I'll never forget them, their in my heart. So I finally handed my pizza boy his box.
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